"I've been running almost every day since. The weight fell off me within a month or so, and has never come back. I don't understand why anyone would want to go on a diet. It seems crazy. Dieters are tired and sluggish. They joylessly eat boiled fish meals with watery sauces and no bread. Diets are about edging miserably away from things – puddings, cheese, etc. Whereas running is about tearing into something – into a park or a city or along a beach. A 40-minute run uses up 400 or 500 calories, I imagine. What is the not eating equivalent of that? You'd have to not eat a whole lunch and then you'd be hungry and unhappy and unable to concentrate for the rest of the day."
--Jon Ronson, "Why I Run"
Like George Clooney's doppelganger up there (I think the trick is to close one eye and smear three inches of Vaseline on the other, then you can totally see the resemblance) ever since I took up running I've been eagerly trotting out to the mailbox each morning hoping to finally see my card or decoder ring cementing my membership in the "I Run So I Can Eat" club. So far all I've gotten is a few lousy "Bitch Please, need I remind you of the genetic betrayal that is your legacy" coupons from Janeane Garafalo and a book titled The 30-Something Female Metabolism and It's Realities: A Guide for the Perplexed.
SAD FACE.
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